A Standard Shirt Poem by Mohan Rana

Between midday and nightfall
there comes a time
when the day's noise and actions
are already done with,

just as now,
all desires quenched,
I am ready to sit down
on any chair.

A boy in a yellow shirt
has just passed by
and made me think
of a shirt of mine
in those old ordinary days.

So it was possible.
Yes, this life was possible.
And here I am, still wearing
a shirt just like that.

[The literal translation of this poem was made by Lucy Rosenstein;
The final translated version of the poem is by Bernard O'Donoghue]